Perplexed - little some some (23bars)
taste the wrath n´face the gat-
guns, bombs, acid, knives n' baseball bats-
your basic raps, really make me laugh-
im underground, doesn't mather how deep-
i’m battlin’ freaks n´shatterin’ geeks-
battle you for such a long time you wont manage to speak-
i’m outstanding not like the avarage elite-
i hear laughter n´shrieks after i show up my master techniques-
rappers they’ll weep, after we meet-
if you step up to me i’ll kick you back in ya seat-
sure you can rap, but you're lackin' the beat-
slappin' some freaks, just becouse bastards are weak-
i can battle 24/7 i can even rap in my sleep-
i rap on the beat while you wack on the beat-
step up to me, whos the last one to speak-
your raps get pressed on delete-
while my raps get pressed on repete-
your raps get thrown in the trash-
while my raps get knowned for it's class-
your raps just maded you weaker-
while my raps get played trough some speakers-
your raps n’ records, no one will even bother to buy yours-
while my raps n’ records, not just you but other would die for-
History is made by those who break the rules.
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